Borders of Reality: Ciara Vs June
The daughter of Zef. Biological father is unknown and definitely deceased. Adoptive father is Fren Rikson. Current Age: 18. She is trained by both of her parents, specializing in the use of firearms and had received training in martial arts from Croi, a member of her mother’s crew., thought she prefers a form of street fighting she has developed on her own. Her arsenal consists mainly of guns, and has a mechanical left arm with a built in blaster and blade of its own. Her PAK is a hybrid of her mother’s special flight based PAK and the standard Irken PAK, allowing her sustained flight and the combat capabilities of the regular PAK design.
Stamina: 8 (high)
Intelligence: 7 (high)
Speed: 4 (low)
Dexterity: 4 (low)
Strength: 6 (medium)
Arsenal Rating: Her robotic arm, flight/combat capable PAK and high amount of projectile weaponry gives Ciara a rating of 9 (highly armed)
Training Rating: Between being trained by Zef and Fren, who both are professional sharp shooters and Croi, who is an exceptional martial arts teacher Ciara is given a rating of 8. (highly trained)
The son of Risk Gamble (The Wrath of Irk) and Kid, June was born from the consumption of the Tooty Fruity fruit. Current age: 18. Trained in the art of the Frycook Fighting Style by his mother, June is capable of wielding a collapsible Spatula which, while being a useful cooking utensil also has a razor sharp edge that can slice through flesh and bone easily enough. Aside from that he is also trained by his father in the use of guns, blades and other weapons along with hand to hand combat. His favored weapon besides his Spatula is a collapsible compound bow which he keeps a total of 30 arrows for at any time. Fifteen arrows are regular, five are explosive, five are electrical arrows, and the last five are grappler arrows which can dig into thick surfaces. The bow itself may also be used as a weapon in close range combat. Besides that he keeps a series of knives, shuriken and a blaster pistol. His PAK also contains standard PAK weaponry and stores an extra five arrows for June.
Stamina: 9 (high)
Intelligence: 6 (medium)
Speed: 8 (high)
Dexterity: 6 (medium)
Strength: 5 (medium)
Arsenal Rating: While not armed to the teeth like Ciara, June’s cast and unique variety of arrows and small weapons has earned him a rank of 7.(highly armed)
Training Rating: Through a wide variety of weapons and martial arts training from a young age by both of his parents, who are masters of their respective fighting styles June is given a rating of 8. (Highly Trained)
Alright, here you have the analysis of both fighters. This will affect how the story proceeds, however I have decided that for future rounds of Borders of Reality, I will be trying a unique approach to deciding the winner. I will type a cliffhanger at the end of this entry, and afterwards I will type TWO different endings. For example in one ending Ciara will be the victor while in the other ending June will be the victor; I am doing this because all of the rounds of Borders of Reality are to take place between two opponents of near or equal skill, meaning that either of them could literally win be it through blind luck or a split second decision in changing their plan of attack. The previous two rounds were difficult to apply this concept to for various reasons, so I have only decided to use it now as the future pairings are very much appropriate for this plan.
If however you and the owner of the opposing OC agree on having one canon ending to your entry, all you have to do is tell me and I will either type one ending or remove the 'loser' ending if I already have both endings up.
The battle between the Prince of Chaos and his spawn had nourished the Creature a thousand times over compared to previous battles. The emotion of battle between two lovers was one thing, but the sheer rage and desire for power from the young pup was....simply overwhelming! If only the Prince had not sensed that they were being observed and fed off of and chosen to end the fight. The Creature should have been far more careful...if the Prince of Chaos ever found out about its domain then, while not threatened its feast would be ruined for many years to come!
Satisfied with what it had consumed from the two, the Creature began to watch dimensions flow by before its single eye. It fell upon a single time stream which looked promising...
A young girl raised by loving parents in a family always endangered. She was practically an adult now, a trained warrior of the small tribe she called her family, and her mother called her Raiders. Yes...she was looking to prove herself a fighter, and her commitment to her loved ones was powerful.
And then who else...
There was one potential, the son of a champion. This family was a friend of the first one, but the rebel group they led was infinitely larger. The boy was a hybrid of Irken and Human DNA, and was already training to be a fighter. But so young...
The Creature shrugged and simply looked a few years ahead in the future when the boy was the same age as the girl he had just chosen.
It smirked, and then it took the girl from a moment in time when she had just finished repairing her robotic arm. Then it took the boy from a moment in time years after that when he had been waking up to go and have breakfast.
They both appeared in its realm, but on a different planet compared to the first. It was another dead world orbiting a decaying star like the rest of this universe, a silent grave yard to tens of billions like all of the other spheres which the Creature had the leisure of occupying at will.
Unlike the previous, which was a city home to a race of aliens considered giants by normal standards the Creature, this one was a metropolis of metal and stone that was suitable for people of their size. They were deposited on a floating platform composed of stone, and the creature had transferred its body to that world to watch personally. The sudden appearance shook the whole region, rousing the two young ones from their induced slumber in a rush of fear and shock.
They leaped to their feet, confused to see themselves attired and armed for battle-and more so to see one another.
“...June?” Ciara whispered, seeing the blue eyed boy who was supposed to be several years younger than her. “June...what are you doing here and...why are you so...”
“How come you look smaller?” June countered, remembering Ciara as a young adult in her early twenties rather than being around his size.
They turned to look at the abomination that enveloped most of their view. It opened its single red eye as an exhaling breath escaped from an unseen maw, causing the city to shudder. “Ciara of Ekeri...Junior of Outer Irk. Both of you have great skill...and great hopes. But today I am offering one of you a chance to realize those hopes.”
"Holy shit!" Ciara scrambled for one of the guns strapped to her, fumbling with the handle while June reached over one shoulder in preparation to draw a weapon.
"Do you really think that will help you?" The Creature sounded like it was whispering from right next to Ciara. It grasped her mind and forced her and June to calm themselves; unlike Zor and Kei they were not nearly as accustomed to encountering such horrific monsters. The Vycan and his lover were able to accept and comprehend the Creature after meeting one so dark and terrifying as Redeye. these two however...they needed to be coaxed into a state of serenity where their minds did not shatter at the sight of the Creature, the sensation of its presence.
Satisfied that they were no longer ready to "There...I mean you no harm, children. I only wish to offer you something that is otherwise impossible to attain."
“Okay hold the phone,” June waved his arms. “Are you one of my dad’s friends? Those...Architects?”
The Creature burst out laughing, a wave of force travelling out from the area that seemed to contain its mouth that nearly sent them both flying off of the platform. “Do not mistake me for those infants, boy. They fear using their power beyond the bare minimum, I on the other hand...I offer it at my own discretion. However I see what both of you have in mind...and I cannot affect such great changes on your world. Your wishes cannot be for the removal of a great and vast enemy, nor the resurrection of entire worlds. However...suppose that you wish for me to remove a certain individual who causes you great sorrow, or to resurrect a dear loved one, or even to empower or improve yourself...”
It settled again, its red eye shutting partially as it stared at them. “Though within my power to do so...I cannot will the Irken Empire out of existence as you would wish me to, Ciara of Ekeri. Nor will I stop the revolution plaguing your era, Junior of Outer Irk.”
“Era...?” Ciara glanced over at June. “You are bigger than I remember.”
“And you’re smaller than I remember.” June replied.
“You’ve been taken from separate stretches of time, years apart, and brought into one time and place by my will.” The Creature explained. “You must only decide now, together, if you will fight for this wish or return home.”
“...Is this fight...to the death?” June asked, looking up at the mountainous monster.
“Ah...the question that so few ever ask.” It cooed. “No, it isn’t. I leave it to your discretion how this fight is to end. All that matters is that you battle for your wish.”
“Okay...okay.” June looked at Ciara. “What do you want to do? I mean...I know what I’d like to do with a wish like that.”
Ciara nodded. “Yeah...I think I know what I’d like to do with it.” She turned to face the hybrid boy standing across from her. “...and I’m willing to fight for it if you’ll fight me.” Her cybernetic arm’s fingers curled up to form a fist. “Either way...I think we could do some real good, no matter who wins. I...I would wish to free a very close friend of my mother’s...Donthar.” She hesitated. “If you’re from my future, is Donthar still a slave to Blue?”
“Yes but...that thing did say that we get a wish.” June reasoned. “Maybe when I get back there it will be changed entirely.” He reached for a device resting on his back. “...so we’re really going to do this then?”
The sun began to rise in the east, a glaring red orb that consumed the horizon and tinted the sky above them orange. The two young fighters stood but twenty feet from one another, each of them ready to draw their respective weapon with a single motion. Ciara’s was the gun module hidden within her prosthetic arm, and June’s was a collapsible bow that came with arrows that were deadlier than others gave them credit for. She had gunned down whole squadrons of Imperial troopers and punched clean into armor that could repel a point blank shot; and June had used his bow with such accuracy that he slipped his arrows between the armored plating of soldiers or into the fins on Imperial Hover Tanks or gunships. Both were the children of rebels and freedom fighters, a second generation of leaders; now they were about to put their skills to the test against one another.
“Yes,” Ciara said after a silence that felt like it had gone on for hours rather than barely five seconds; five seconds during which they imagined what might happen if this turned into a fight to the death by mistake. “We are.”
“So it is decided...” The Creature began to sink into the surface of the city, creating a void in the earth which whole buildings continued to crumble into as the ground beneath them gave away. “Seek one another out, and let the best fighter win.”
The platform split apart, and both Irkens stumbled as the fragments sped away from one another to land in separate parts of the city. Ciara dug her metal hand into the stone beneath her, trying not to be thrown off from the raging winds around her. Just when she thought she would crash and be splattered against the city streets the platform slowed to a gentle stop and settled flat on the ground. The same thing happened with June only a couple miles away, where he jerked one of his specialized Grappler Arrows out of the surface of his platform.
Both of them leaped from their respective platform fragments and began to do the only thing they could do in this situation: scout the terrain and make a plan.
The buildings were much higher than June had first thought. He had believed that at the most they were a few dozen stories high, but instead found that these buildings were each taller than even the Palace of the Tallests on Irk, or the Citadel that served as the Syndicate HQ on Outer Irk. Both structures were well over two hundred stories high, but were dwarfed by how high these buildings were...
But then came the forest occupying the street level. In the countless centuries since civilization had expired, foliage had grown to create a thick forest to the point that if there were leaves then June would be in the dark. Instead he was surrounded by twisting, gnarled trunks and roots of ashen gray and white trees. It was a dead forest, a silent forest...one that was making it hard as hell to navigate. He had been walking for nearly fifteen minutes and had barely gone half a mile.
June hauled himself up onto a large root that grew out of the center of a street and carefully balanced himself along it. His compound bow snapped out to is full length, and he quietly slid a bow out of the quiver hanging on his back while glancing around. With the arrow ready to be released he sped up into a slow jog, hopping across the roots like stepping stones as he navigated his way through the dead forest. A hum emanated from the bow; it was the sound of the Kinetic Amplifier that would accelerate every one of his shots to that of several times the regular velocity of an arrow being fired by a regular compound bow. The force of the impact combined with the unique metal of the arrows, made by Veniran weapon smiths ensured that when the arrows struck something it would either be dead or pretty damn close.
June pondered going into the buildings on either side, but he didn’t want to risk upsetting the ancient architecture and making something collapse and trap or injure him. He had to stick to the outside world unless he was truly required to head inside. But the sight of this city, so empty and overrun by nature...if you could call a dead forest 'nature'; it was so chilling. He felt like every step took him over a grave, where only a few feet below the dead stirred in response to the disturbance. He had to stop and closed his eyes, exhaling before he whispered to himself.
“June...there’s just you and her here.” He reminded himself. “Just you and her; nobody else.”
He opened his eyes just in time for a blast to slam into the ground just a few feet ahead of him, sending shards of wood towards him as he threw one arm up to protect his eyes. He looked up to the source and saw a shattered window on the left side of the street, about four floors up. And climbing to her feet in perfect view was Ciara, whose robotic arm folded back up into its normal form. “That was a warning shot June! Let me make this quick!”
June slid the arrow in his hands back into his quiver and replaced it with a slightly different version that had a capsule section just behind the sharp arrow head. Without a word he raised his bow, drew it back and fired at the window. The arrow landed right below where Ciara stood, the combined acceleration and powerful design burying the projectile several inches into the surface. Smirking, she cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted. “Can’t reach me?!”
“Wait for it.” June replied.
Ciara heard a beeping noise coming from below and realized her error too late to move. The ground beneath her crumbled as the explosive arrow went off, and she gave a scream as she fell to the floor below. As she rubbed her head and got back up, thankfully not injured, another arrow dug into the ceiling of the 4th floor above her, a line attached to it. She heard a sound similar to a reel just before June flew into sight, a set of tiny rotating servos on his compound bow creating the noise as they drew him in to the grappling arrow’s location.
June disconnected the line and landed on his feet on the 3rd floor where Ciara stood. He pressed his thumb to the side of the Kinetic Amplifier on his bow, deactivating it so his next shot would not blow a hole in her. He then let the arrow fly only for Ciara’s robotic hand to come up and deflect it, which would have gone into her shoulder. Before the arrow even clattered to the ground June had a second one notched and fired again, hoping Ciara would use her robot arm to deflect it. But she had learned that June had an assortment of tricks up his sleeve and wisely chose to throw herself out of the way of the second shot before he had even fired. The arrow dug into the wall behind where she had been standing, and Ciara heard a low buzzing noise from it that indicated that she had made the correct choice.
“Electric arrows, explosive arrows, grappling arrows?” She looked at June incredulously. “What’s next, a boxing glove arrow?”
“Haven’t used any like that in years.” June replied as he had his bow collapse into its smallest form and hung the weapon on his back with one hand while getting out a small handle from his belt. He tapped a button, and a stream of liquid like metal streamed out from it to form a staff, and the creating a wide and flat head with razor sharp edges.
“No way...you learned Fry Cook Fighting Style?” Ciara asked, having heard of the ridiculous sounding but incredibly dangerous fighting style that made Fry Lords feared throughout the galaxy. “Just like your mom!”
“Show me what you learned,” June said as he spun the spatula in one hand and levelled it towards her. "Or we could just keep shooting at each other until we run out of ammo."
Ciara smirked, “Gladly. Besides, I want to see if you ever managed to improve.” She unholstered two pistols from her belt, only to flip them so that she held them by the barrels.
"Oh trust me, I-" The bottoms of the handles extended a bit, as did the barrels of the guns. "...did?" June finished, confused by what Ciara was doing.
By the time he realized what his opponent was doing Ciara had darted in and struck him several times as he scrambled to block. The gun handles left bruises where they hit, and nearly made him drop his spatula when they hit his arm; but finally after four or five hits June began to block Ciara’s attacks and retaliate with some of his own.
June gripped the pole of his spatula near the head and angled the weapon so that it was resting across his back while he tilted it down. He spun as Ciara tried to strike him in the head and swept her feet out from under her. She hit the ground hard, but when June raised his spatula over head to simply whack her on the head Ciara flipped one gun back into a regular grip as it collapsed back into its normal form and shot the weapon out of June’s hand.
“Yipe!” June leaped back to avoid a swipe from one of Ciara's legs before she rolled to her feet. "I thought we weren't trying to kill one another!"
"Stun mode," Ciara replied before opening fire. June wound up behind a stone pillar as Ciara chipped away at it with two shots from her guns before slowly strafing to the right to get a proper angle on her target. June had managed to snatch up his spatula on the way and quickly shrunk it back down into a small handle. He then looked at his hand, which bore the burn of a close range stun round. While not physically damaged it was numb for a few seconds-she must have her pistols on a low setting to avoid the rare 'death by stunner' accident.
“I really need to get mom to let me learn more about using guns,” June muttered as he nursed his hand for a moment. As the feeling came back to it he decided that it would be wiser to retreat.
The hybrid grabbed his compound bow again and pulled out his second Grappler Arrow, activating the Kinetic Amplifier again. He hooked the projectile into the reel of thin cable on the bow and drew the string back, aiming through the open breach in the side of the building that left part of the 3rd and 4th floors open-caused by the explosive arrow he had fired earlier. There was a tube or walk way of sorts connecting this sky scraper to the one on the far side of the street, and it had a big gaping hole in its side and was only two floors above where he stood.
June fired the arrow up through the opening and watched as it dug into the interior stone wall of the walkway. A set of spikes popped out and further secured the arrow into place. Now assured that it was secure, June rushed forward as Ciara fired again and leaped out into the open air over the streets. He swung out into the middle of it and pressed a switch which caused his bow to begin reeling him in towards where the arrow was. With his free hand he grabbed the pistol out of his thigh holster and fired it at Ciara as she tried to follow him, forcing her into cover.
As June climbed up into the walk way, which noticeably had a glass roof over it, Ciara smirked and leaped out in the same way June had, minus a grappling hook. June turned and instinctively shouted Ciara’s name, forgetting something...
She could fly.
Ciara’s PAK unfolded its Jets and propelled her into the air. She had holstered both of her pistols before jumping, but her robot arm unfolded back into its gun form and she fired a blast that blew a hole through the walkway just a foot to June’s right. The hybrid threw himself to the left while Ciara landed on top without stopping; she ran along the glass roof and fired a shot from her arm down through glass panels-which she made sure to avoid stepping on afterwards, merely herding June rather than trying to actually hit him.
June managed to throw himself through the doors at the end of the walkway just as Ciara dropped down through a shattered pane of glass, her thick boots keeping her feet safe from the glass shards littering the floor of the walkway. She slammed through the doors and saw June as he rushed through the room they had just entered; a chamber filled with numerous statues depicting a humanoid species she was unfamiliar with in battle with another species. June ducked behind one such statue, but as he pressed against it a voice came from it, booming and startling the hybrid.
June leaped away from the statue with a yelp as it began to speak in an unknown language....from its base. It was a pre-recorded message, but considering the language was as dead as the people he didn't stop to listen. Ciara fired again at where she had seen him in his moment of shock. "Come on June, you're cornered."
"Am not, I'm in cover!" June replied defensively.
"Oh really?" Something about her tone made the hybrid suspect something painful was about to happen.
TSEW! Ciara blasted through the legs of the statue, making it lean towards June.
With a panicked shout June threw himself out of the way of the falling statue. It crashed down, the sound of shattering stone drowned out by Ciara and June firing at one another. Alarms began to wail, obviously linked to an automated security system that had remained operational for all of these years.
“I think we just walked into a museum!” June called out, pressing himself to the base of another statue while drawing his pistol, which may as well have been a dagger facing a broadsword for all the good it would do.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Ciara replied as she kept her arm aimed at June’s hiding spot. “It’s still working after so long. And if this whole sky scraper is a museum then...just think of how much they stored here.”
“Better yet,” June fired out from cover, making Ciara crouch to avoid being shot in the face. “Think of how big a bill you would have for defacing public property like that! For shame, Ciara!”
Ciara responded by engaging her Jet PAK once again and leaping over June’s position. She fired both of her pistols down towards him, reminding herself that she had set them both to stun anyways to avoid killing him, but had increased the dosage just a bit so that even a glancing hit would slow him down. But June managed to lurch out of the way and fired his own pistol back up at her before the back popped open and released steam to signal that the energy cell was overheated. “Aw crap.”
His single shot had missed, and Ciara landed safely with her back to him. June lunged towards her while getting to his feet and reaching for his Spatula. Ciara had turned to bring her pistols around only for June to slice down through the barrel of one. Ciara tossed the weapon away as a high pitched siren like noise came from it, and the weapon exploded against the base of another statue which thankfully had a much stronger base than the first. Ciara tried to bring her second gun around, but June struck her hand with the flat of his Spatula and sent the gun sliding across the room.
June spun his spatula around to hit Ciara in the head with butt of the pole, but her cybernetic arm caught it before it came within a foot of its target. She tugged the weapon out of June's grip, making the hybrid lose his balance and tumble. He rolled before he hit the floor and came back on his feet to see Ciara grip the spatula. She pondered bending it in half or smashing the tip, but at the distressed look in June's eyes she hesitated. This was the same one his mother had given to him as a gift, should she really destroy it?
For the wish she wanted to make, she couldn't go too easy on him. "Sorry June." Her metal hand squeezed the spatula's head before snapping it off and tossing it and the staff portion aside.
June gaped at the destruction of his weapon, and with a snarl got out his compound bow. Ciara rushed towards him as the weapon extended to its full length, thinking June would try to go for an arrow; instead he swung the bow around and clipped her in the side of her skull. Ciara gasped, one hand resting on her head as June gripped his bow with both hands. She managed to bring her hand up and grab the bow as he swung it down at her again, and Ciara rammed her knee up into June's ribs while releasing his bow. The hybrid was struck hard, the oxygen rushing out of him as he stumbled backwards.
Ciara gripped him by the arms and tugged him down so that his face met her knee. June was knocked onto his back, coughing up blood and thankful he didn't have a nose to break. As Ciara reached down to grab him again June's free hand managed to grab one of his arrow out of his quiver. He spat up in her face, distracting her for the split second he needed to jam his Electric Arrow into the shoulder section of Ciara's cybernetic arm. She gasped as she felt the prosthetic become a dead weight that almost tipped her over.
Taking a deep breath, June brought one leg up and kicked Ciara in the face to knock her back. He then snatched his bow back up and rolled into a crouched position with another regular arrow drawn, but Ciara had already taken shelter behind the second statue that she had damaged: a winged ship held up on three metallic supports-one of which she had destroyed. June switched the regular arrow for an explosive arrow, and shot the middle support beneath the twelve foot long ship. "You might want to move!"
The arrow exploded, and the ship tipped as it was left leaning on one strut, the one on June's right. He then drew his third explosive arrow and fired it right into the side of the ship as Ciara looked up. The explosive tore part of the sculpture apart, scattering rubble across the room, and pushed the still mostly intact ship sculpture in Ciara's direction. Luckily she had peeked out from her hiding spot to see what the initial explosion had been, and groaned as she watched June fire his third arrow. "Oh you ass hole."
She launched herself to the left, out of the way of the falling sculpture and into June's sights. He now had his third electric arrow aimed at her. "Just surrender Ciara," He made sure that the Kinetic Amplifier was turned off as he made his demand. "It's over, your arm is useless."
"Yeah...yeah you're right." Ciara nodded as she got up with a sigh. "It is over." She smiled as June loosened the strain on his bow string a bit, taking her words for a surrender. "But you're also wrong June."
Suddenly her cybernetic arm was moving, and she threw a knife at June while moving to the left. June released his arrow before the knife buried itself into his left arm, the one not holding his bow. June sucked in a breath, transferred his bow to his other hand, and jerked the knife out. This is what he got for leaving his arms bare to have less armor weighing him down.
Before June could go for another arrow Ciara had engaged her PAK jets again and shot towards him. He felt her slam into his midsection, and they shot on a path across the museum, going between the statues.
Ciara found that her planned path had worked out more than she thought, as she and June sailed out of the room of statues and along a walkway hanging over an even larger room full of things she didn't have time to see due to her Jet PAK taking her and June through another set of open doors and through a large circular room that was perhaps the heart of the sky scraper. After that they passed through one final door way and into a massive room, the outer wall being made of windows that were mostly shattered or entirely gone. She and June crashed through one of these windows and came out the far side of the building. June's armored suit wouldn't have protected his head if the glass had broken into thousands of razor sharp shards, but this window seemed to be made of a safety glass that broke into granular chunks that left a light scrape at the very worst.
Now they flew out in the open air over what seemed to be a plaza, covered in the miles of dead trees and roots like the rest of the city. June managed to tug another arrow from his quiver, but found that instead of an Electric Arrow he had grabbed a grappler one. Luckily by that point Ciara let go and dropped him...oh wait-
"Shiiiit!" June shouted as he plummeted towards the center of the plaza, having barely hooked his Grappler Arrow into his bow's reel before hitting the tops of the trees. He covered his face with his arms and crashed through a collection of branches and twigs that snapped under his weight. After that he was in open air for a moment and-
SPLASH! His thirty foot fall ended with hitting the surface of stagnant water filling the fountain. Luckily it was deep...and empty. He climbed back out, hacking and coughing while wiping his eyes. He has lost his grip on his bow, but had kept his grip on the arrow attached to it. The reel was hanging down by the edge of the huge fountain, but Ciara was coming around to finish her attack on June. The hybrid propelled his bruised and battered body through the water and grasped the edge of the fountain, hauling himself over it.
Ciara circled around once before peering down through the trees. June's main weapon was out of his reach for the moment; this was her chance! She dove down through the tree lines just as June grabbed the hanging Grappler Arrow and jerked on it. The compound bow snapped a few dead branches as it fell towards him just as Ciara flew down into the open. June caught his bow and pulled the bow string back, his Grappler Arrow aimed at Ciara while she aimed her cybernetic arm's gun tip at him.
And now...the two ways that this could end.
They both fired at once. June's arrow scraped Ciara in the side, but her shot tore through the top half of his bow as the arrow hit a branch behind her. The bow string and reel fell off, making the line go slack as June dropped the useless weapon. He looked up at Ciara shot right towards him, rearing her metal arm back...
June's jaw was dislocated, and he flew back against the edge of the fountain where he hit his head and collapsed with a groan. Ciara stood over her defeated opponent.
"Sorry June," She whispered.
The disembodied voice of The Creature shook the plaza. "Victory is yours...make your wish, Ciara of Ekeri."
"I wish that my mother's friend Donthar was freed from slavery!" She called out.
"Your wish is granted...the Vortian will be freed by what will look like the actions of this boy's father." The Creature chuckled. "And neither of you shall recall what it took to attain this wish...so you need not worry that he will hate you for this one day. So now Ciara....sleep."
"Wait...June's father is dead-" Ciara managed to say before she swayed a bit...and then collapsed.
They both fired at once. June's arrow struck Ciara in the side while her shot missed him by a foot. Ciara gasped as the arrow released a series of hooks that dug into her flesh; luckily the Amplifier was off or it would have gone clean through her. June activated the reel, and Ciara howled in pain as she was drawn in, hands gripping the arrow before June swung her into the ground.
Ciara tried to take aim with her cybernetic arm again, telling herself that she could still win. But June drew another arrow out and turned on the Kinetic Amplifier this time.
The arrow struck her outstretched arm...and the finely crafted projectile tore through it up to her elbow. The gun was now useless, as was the rest of the arm as the Electric Arrow fried its systems from the inside out this time. Ciara groaned and went limp on the ground, blacking out from the shock of the arrow.
June let out a sigh...and then cough into one hand. "Damn...that was close."
"Victory is yours....make your wish, June of Outer Irk."
"...I wish my father was alive again," June thought back to that day when he was just a little boy. His father had only taught him how to use a bow, something June had taken to quite well among the other things he had persuaded his father to teach him. Then....he had to go and fight Rykan...he won, but he did not survive the fight.
"And so it shall be granted. Your father's body is held in the Palace of Irk by those who think science will allow them to copy the powers he held before his death. By what will seem to be a mistake they will reanimate it and reactivate his PAK, and for his first heroic act in his second life...he will rescue the slave known as Donthar as he escapes."
"Wait...wasn't that one about Donthar the wish that Ciara-" June managed to say before collapsing without another word.
It did not matter...June would not remember any of this anyways, nor would Ciara.
Now for the effect of this wish...In Ciara's present and June's past
Back in the universe they knew, deep beneath the Palace of the Tallests, Tallest Blue looked down at the motionless body of the one he had called his nephew for so long. Risk Gamble, otherwise known as the Wrath of Irk lay on the metal table where numerous Science Drones had been dissecting his body and PAK for any idea as to how he had acquired psionic powers before his death. Rykan had displayed the same abilities, but had never stayed long enough to answer any of Blue's questions before going off to fight a battle with Risk that had resulted in both of their deaths. Rykan's body was utterly lost, but Risk's...it would have to do. What was most confusing was that in the years that the corpse had been kept down here, it hadn't begun to decompose. Blue gave them strict orders not to damage anything beyond repair, not wanting to throw away power like what Risk had shown simply because a few science drones were too eager to wait and observe.
"Yer a sick bastard; didja know that?" Donthar demanded, glaring up at his self appointed master.
"Risk made his choice to fight the Empire," Blue replied coolly. "What would his precious Syndicate do? Throw a planet wide funeral for him." He scoffed. "Give me a few more years and I'll have that place back...in...order?"
The loin cloth clad Vortian stepped closer to the observation bay window to see what had Blue so concerned. The scientists were all stepping away from the table...
Because Risk's eyes were open, and he was sitting up. The damage on his body from the surgical tools was vanishing before their eyes, and Risk was looking around...his eyes resting on Donthar...in a loin cloth, bangles and collar...and a leash that Blue was holding. The Irken's eyes narrowed as he growled. "Uncle...if you don't have a good fucking explanation for this...you are so dead."
As Blue paled, Donthar grinned. "...Now this is what I call karma."
And so Risk escaped Irk that day, taking Donthar with him back to Outer Irk where eventually he was reunited with the Raiders. Risk in the meantime had a tearful reunion with his family. The Creature had been amused by the fight, and as per usual had simply satisfied both fighters' wishes. But now...it had some more tempting meals to select from the vast expanse of worlds it had access to.
"Ah...now this one looks...delicious." It chuckled, reaching into a new world to find its net set of gladiators.
Aaaaand that's the end!